Zhong Niangyao stood there confidently, hands in her pockets, her face bearing a casual smile, "Grandpa, what if I said I calculated it? Would you believe me?"
Such an answer was clearly beyond the expectations of Old Sir Zhong and Old Madam Zhong. They had envisaged many possibilities, but this was not one of them. They exchanged a glance, skepticism and helplessness evident in their eyes.
"Yaoyao, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine," Old Madam Zhong shook her head, "There's no need to make up such excuses."
However, Old Sir Zhong, looking at Zhong Niangyao, still had a sharp gleam in his eyes, "Yaoyao, you've changed a lot recently!"